Thor

I get out of bed and find the AC sitting in front of the fireplace with three blow torches. My meat thermometer says 110. Thor, a peace offering? And of course there is the usual knock at the door, followed by, "I know you got them in there! Give them up, NOW!" I open the door and blasted by an inch and a half fire hose. A man and a women step over, grab the torches and make their exit. Laying there drenched, I ask the the Chief if the hosing was necessary. He reply's with, "Just want to help you stay cool." I look at the hose, he adds, "Only the one incher, conserving water, you know."

Shower? Check!